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 Malta and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.