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 Israel and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 ABC to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
Television,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
World's Most,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.