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 Netherlands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.