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 Brunei and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Nas to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.