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 India and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
The Names,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.