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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Residents to the grime 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
the Normal,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.