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 Ukraine and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Second Layer to the funk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.