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 Dominica and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
Lakeside,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.