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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.