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 South Africa and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Average White Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Nico,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
The Residents,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.