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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Main Source to the crunk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barry Ungar,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.