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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
Wire,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.