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 Ethiopia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the jazz 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
This Heat,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
The Names,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.