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 Oman and from Accra.
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 Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rekid to the grime 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
June of 44,
Skaos,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.