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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 kango's stein massive to the rap 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 One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Doors,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.