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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 June of 44 to the rock 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
Q65,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Technova,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
MC5,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
JFA,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
10cc,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.