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 Syria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skaos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
Country Teasers,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.