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 Belize and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.