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 Portugal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Curtis Mayfield to the funk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Deakin,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.