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 Gabon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 L. Decosne to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxette,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.