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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Black Moon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Nas,
the Normal,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
Dennis Brown,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.