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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
Lalann,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Fear,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.