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 Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Thompson Twins to the punk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.