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 Liberia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 U.S. Maple to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.