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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Dennis Brown 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
EPMD,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
Sex Pistols,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.