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 Yemen and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.