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 Guyana and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 In Retrospect to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Victims,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.