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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
the Association,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.