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 Germany and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Amazonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.