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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.