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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.