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 Libya and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rakim to the dance 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.