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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Babytalk,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.