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 Bangladesh and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
Subhumans,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.