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 Japan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Moebius to the grime 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Fall,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.