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 China and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
Wire,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Zapp,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.