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 Mali and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.