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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Connie Case to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.