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 Seychelles 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Bluetip to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.