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 Nepal and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.