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 Belize 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tropical Tobacco to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.