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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Mummies to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
The Slackers,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.