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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Das Ding to the crunk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective 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?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
June Days,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.