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 Grenada 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 JFA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang 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?
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
The Busters,
10cc,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.