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 India and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Make Up to the grime 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.