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 Belize and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Ultravox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Scion,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.