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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Index to the dance 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Magma,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Skriet,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.