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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Zero Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
Icehouse,
Visage,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.