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 Andorra 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Beau Brummels to the grunge 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
New Order,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.