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 Iran and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Sneak to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.