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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.