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 Niger and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 D'Angelo to the crunk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Last Poets,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.