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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.