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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 electroclash 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
The Human League,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
Darondo,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.