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 Ivory Coast and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 DJ Sneak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.