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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.