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 Benin and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Desert Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.