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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Aswad to the techno 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
Das Ding,
Swans,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.