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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Sound to the jazz 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.