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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Brick,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.