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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pulsallama to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.