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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Durutti Column to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.