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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the techno 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.