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 Andorra 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Television,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.