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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 The Star Department to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Swans,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.