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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 The Searchers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.