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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja 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?
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.