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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Faraquet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Yaz,
Q65,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.