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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Drexciya to the jazz 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
Technova,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
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.