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 Laos and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Public Image Ltd. 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.