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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Womack to the disco 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
DNA,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
AZ,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
UT,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.