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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the disco 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
The Monks,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.