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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Moby Grape to the jazz 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
Delta 5,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
Ohio Players,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.