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 Tonga and from Halifax.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DNA to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Deakin,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Aswad,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
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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.