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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Move to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
E-Dancer,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
Au Pairs,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Monks,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.