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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the funk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Organ,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.