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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All EPMD 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 disco 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.