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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
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 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 Zero Boys to the grime 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
Brick,
Wire,
The Invisible,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.