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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Enemy to the grunge 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.