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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Carl Craig to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Television,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.