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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lucky Dragons 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.