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 Georgia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Searchers to the jazz 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
Unwound,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
Slave,
Adolescents,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.