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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Todd Terry to the rap 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
The Gories,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.