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 Malaysia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Order to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
Make Up,
Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
Althea and Donna,
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.