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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 EPMD to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.