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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Inner City to the jazz 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.