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 Libya and from Bologna.
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 Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Barrington Levy to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
the Normal,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
Monks,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.