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 France 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
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 snare 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.