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 Belarus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Standells to the punk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.