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 Uganda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Davy DMX to the rock 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.