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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Symarip to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Pagans,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.