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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gang Starr 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Skarface,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.