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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 EPMD to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
Wings,
Make Up,
The Residents,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
Pole,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.