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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
MDC,
Kayak,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.