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 Chad 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Lakeside to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
The Names,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.