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 Israel and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Davy DMX to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Franke,
June of 44,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
Unwound,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.