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 the UAE and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.