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 Oman and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.