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 Spain 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 The Real Kids to the rap 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
The Names,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.