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 Australia and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.