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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.