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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oneida to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Swans,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
AZ,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.