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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
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 Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.