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 Armenia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Main Source to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.