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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Interpol,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.