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 Gambia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Misunderstood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
MC5,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.