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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Divine Comedy to the crunk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.