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 Benin 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
The Index,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.