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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buzzcocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Outsiders,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.