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 Austria and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
Brick,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.