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 Angola 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Mills to the disco 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.