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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Stetsasonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.