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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
Sex Pistols,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
New Order,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.