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 Slovenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Kinks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.