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 Belarus and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 The Blackbyrds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
Smog,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.