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 Cyprus and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
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 808 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 Joey Negro to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monks,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.