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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Smiths to the rock 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.