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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.