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 New Zealand and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Rekid,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.