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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
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 Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Average White Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q65,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
X-101,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.