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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Q and Not U to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
Liliput,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gun Club,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.