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 Brazil and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.