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 Croatia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Cluster to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
The American Breed,
DNA,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.