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 Cameroon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.