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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Tremeloes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.