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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Magazine,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
This Heat,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.