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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Harmonia to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.