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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sister Nancy to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.