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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
Fear,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.