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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tom Boy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.