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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
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 Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yellowson to the jazz 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.