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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 American Breed to the dance 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.