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 Singapore and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bronski Beat to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
Model 500,
the Sonics,
MC5,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
Wings,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.