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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.