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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Graham Central Station to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Whodini,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.