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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quando Quango to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.