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 Andorra and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Style to the punk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
Outsiders,
Technova,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.