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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
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 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 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.