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 Russia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Soft Cell to the rock 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
The Offenders,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.