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 Switzerland 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alarm Clocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
Mars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.