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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Copeland to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
The Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.