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 Oman 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Trojans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
Q65,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blues Magoos,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.