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 Qatar and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Blancmange to the rock 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.