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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Japan,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.