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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eli Mardock to the rock 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.