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 Portugal and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.