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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Skriet to the rock 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.