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 Kenya and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Swans to the grime 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.