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 Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.