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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Gabor Szabo to the punk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.