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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
Shoche,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
Yazoo,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
Nas,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.