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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
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 The Smiths to the disco 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
the Human League,
The Move,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.