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 Israel 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Alarm Clocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.