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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
CMW,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.