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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
Yaz,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
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The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.