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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
This Heat,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
R.M.O.,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.