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 Argentina and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 AZ to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
David Axelrod,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.