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 Malaysia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Von Mondo to the rock 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
Faust,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.