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 Burundi and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 Tokyo and Milan.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Prince Buster to the grunge 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
Slave,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
Fluxion,
New Order,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.