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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Agent Orange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Nico,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.