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 Nauru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Cameo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
DNA,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.