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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Darondo to the punk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.