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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.