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 Mozambique 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.