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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Half Japanese to the dance 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
The Doors,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.