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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
The Move,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.