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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.