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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Eric B and Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Qualms,
Can,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.