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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.