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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Faust 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
the Association,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.