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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Swell Maps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.