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 Guyana and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ice-T to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
Rakim,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Darondo,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.