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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.