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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Shoche,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.