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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Harmonia to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Pulsallama,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.