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 Djibouti and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.