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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
The Index,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.