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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 F. McDonald to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.