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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cluster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.