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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
cv313,
Can,
Easy Going,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.