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 France and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 CMW to the grunge 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
Excepter,
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.