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 Brunei and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Main Source to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
The Saints,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.