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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 The Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unwound,
The Residents,
PIL,
The Motions,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.