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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
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Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.