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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kenny Larkin 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
Chrome,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
Nas,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.