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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 EPMD to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
Infiniti,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.