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 Iran 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Make Up,
John Holt,
Aswad,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Index,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.