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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Kayak to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.