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 Mozambique and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slave to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Symarip,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.