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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Tres Demented to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
Can,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cybotron,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.