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 Senegal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Pantytec to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.