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 Zambia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Symarip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.