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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Bauhaus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
Q65,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.