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 Samoa and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Nas,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.