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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Newcleus to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.