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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Joe Smooth to the grime 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
Television,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
Mars,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.