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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 crunk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
MDC,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
Main Source,
Brick,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
Deakin,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.