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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.