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 St Lucia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Pylon to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.