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 Italy and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Kayak to the jazz 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.