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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monks,
The Residents,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
Q65,
This Heat,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.