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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
June Days,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.