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 San Marino and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.