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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
Nico,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
Barry Ungar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
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.