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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
Wings,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.