Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Paraguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Charles Mingus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
June of 44,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
The Names,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.