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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
Skaos,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.