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 Kiribati and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cybotron to the rock 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.