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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon,
Radiohead,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
Gong,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.