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 Benin and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Don Cherry to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.