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 Lebanon and from New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ponytail to the jazz 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.