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 Calgary.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.