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 France and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.