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 Kosovo and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q and Not U to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.