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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fear,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.