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 Eritrea and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Quantec,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.