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 Honduras and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.