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 Austria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
Q65,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.