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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Cure to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.