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 South Sudan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MC5 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
Nas,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
Neu!,
the Association,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
CMW,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.