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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
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 Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Toni Rubio to the techno 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
Erasure,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.