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 Portugal and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
Motorama,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.