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 Nigeria and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Royal Family And The Poor 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
a-ha,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.