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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Hardrive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Echospace,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
Quantec,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.