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 Albania and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 The Neon Judgement to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
The Names,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.