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 Ukraine and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 The Monochrome Set to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.