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 San Marino 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 L. Decosne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Skriet,
Rakim,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.