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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hashim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Franke,
Rekid,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.