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 Georgia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.