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 Samoa and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
EPMD,
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.