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 Syria and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Skriet,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.