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 Congo and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sandy B to the funk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Skaos,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.