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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bill Near 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Infiniti,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.