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 Laos and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.