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 Thailand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Bill Near to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.