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 Mali and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerrie Biddell 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
The Move,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
Monks,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.