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 Belize and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dawn Penn to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.