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 Canada and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the funk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
DNA,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.