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 Namibia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Remains 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.