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 Oman and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.