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 Djibouti and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monolake to the crunk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
Nas,
Yaz,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.