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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Circle Jerks 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
ABC,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.