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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pantytec to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Don Cherry,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.