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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 DJ Style to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Pole,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.