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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
Can,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.