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 Samoa and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Move to the rock 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.