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 Cyprus and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 KRS-One to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David McCallum,
Organ,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.