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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Kerri Chandler to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Oneida,
Visage,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.