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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 a-ha 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
Q65,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.