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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Y Pants to the electroclash 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Fear,
Gong,
the Germs,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.