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 the UAE and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.