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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Section 25 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
Surgeon,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.