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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Symarip to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Television,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.