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 Niger and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camberwell Now 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
June of 44,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Qualms,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
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DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.