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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.