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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rap 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.