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 Croatia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 The Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.