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 Mali and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.