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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.