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 Sudan and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Fear,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
Crime,
Swans,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.