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 Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the crunk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
ABC,
Liliput,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.