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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DJ Style to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
Faust,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.