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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Blake Baxter to the electroclash 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.