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 Denmark and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Rakim to the techno 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
10cc,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.