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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
Skarface,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.