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 Denmark and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.