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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Sällskapet to the grime 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.