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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 The Buckinghams to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.