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 Ireland and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Urselle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.