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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.