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 Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vainqueur to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
The Move,
the Swans,
The Remains,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
cv313,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Wire,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.