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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Ossler to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Altered Images,
Organ,
Unwound,
Ludus,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
Zapp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.