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 Israel and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Wings to the dance 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Mandrill,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.