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 Canada and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.