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 Suriname and from Salvador.
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 Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
The Index,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
ABC,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.