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 Germany and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 a-ha to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
Outsiders,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.