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 Maldives 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
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 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 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.