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 Nepal and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Chris & Cosey to the punk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
Symarip,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.