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 Rwanda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.