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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
Unrelated Segments,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.