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 Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 EPMD to the punk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
Godley & Creme,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
Mars,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.