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 Serbia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.