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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
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 Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
Wire,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.