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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.