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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 F. McDonald to the rock 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
Faust,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.