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 Uganda 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Accadde A to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.