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 Nauru and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.