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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Association to the dance 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
MDC,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.