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 Belarus 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Martian to the rock 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
PIL,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
Yaz,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.