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 Suriname and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Niagra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
The Remains,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Make Up,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.