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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
AZ,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
Index,
Slick Rick,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.