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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Count Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style,
Mars,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.