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 Peru and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel 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?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.