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 Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Althea and Donna 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
X-102,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.