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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Roger Hodgson to the electroclash 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
the Association,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
Television,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.