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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.