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 Botswana and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 X-102 to the rock 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Can,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jawbox,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.