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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ice-T 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
Fugazi,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
Monks,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
a-ha,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.