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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deadbeat to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
Hoover,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.