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 Panama and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Organ,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.