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 Taiwan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 The Smiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.