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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 June of 44 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
a-ha,
Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.