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 Tanzania and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Easy Going to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
Fear,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.