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 Barbados and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the techno 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective 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?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Visage,
ABC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.