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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Sheep,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.