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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.