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 Monaco and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Bad Manners to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Aswad,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q65,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
The Remains,
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.