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 Guatemala and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
The Slits,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.