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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
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.