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 Barbados and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.