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 Panama and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.