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 Kosovo and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.