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 Oman and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Ultra Naté to the techno 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.