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 Chad and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tom Boy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Monks,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.