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 Italy and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Y Pants 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Dark Day,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
Television,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Q65,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.