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 Kyrgyzstan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
The Invisible,
The Names,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
Deakin,
DNA,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.