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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 kango's stein massive 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.