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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vladislav Delay to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Blossom Toes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
Mars,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.