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 Belarus and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Porter Ricks 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.