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 Syria and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 KRS-One to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
Gong,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.