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 Paraguay and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 The Invisible to the rap 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.