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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 New Age Steppers to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
Urselle,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.