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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Nico to the disco 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.