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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Trojans to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.