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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Section 25,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
The Busters,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.