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 Haiti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Delta 5 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
Moebius,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.