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 Sierra Leone 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Mr. Review to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
The Move,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Pole,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.