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 Paraguay and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Slave to the rap 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
The Move,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.