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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Junior Murvin to the disco 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.