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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Victims to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
Scion,
10cc,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
The Barracudas,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Index,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.