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 Honduras and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.