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 Chad and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the punk 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.