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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Maurizio to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.