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 Spain and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Accadde A to the grime 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.