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 Tunisia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Dennis Brown to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.