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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Delta 5 to the funk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.