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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Goldenarms 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.