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 Swaziland and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yaz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.