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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Charles Mingus to the punk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
Don Cherry,
Can,
Arcadia,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.