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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Magazine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.