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 Guyana and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Technova to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.