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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.