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 Saudi Arabia 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 Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Joe Smooth to the dance 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
Camouflage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cameo,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.