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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eli Mardock to the disco 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
Index,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.