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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 U.S. Maple to the rap 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.