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 Bhutan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Normal to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Crime,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
UT,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.