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 Israel 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delta 5 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.