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 Mauritius and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mantronix to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
CMW,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.