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 Congo and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the funk 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '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 Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
X-101,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.