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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Amon Düül to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.