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 Andorra and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Essential Logic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.