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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
The Monks,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.