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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Cale to the rap 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.