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 Uruguay and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 H. Thieme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.