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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.