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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.