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 Benin and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Dual Sessions to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.