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 the UAE and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
The Names,
a-ha,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brick,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.