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 Comoros and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Intrusion to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Technova,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.