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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Litter 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
June Days,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
UT,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.