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 Thailand and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Green,
Japan,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.