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 China and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
Liliput,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Pulsallama,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.