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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Magazine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
cv313,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Slave,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.