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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
MC5,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Slave,
Niagra,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
Stereo Dub,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.