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 Belize 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Walker Brothers to the disco 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Roxette,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
The Move,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
D'Angelo,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.