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 Chad and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Happenings to the rap 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
DNA,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.