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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crime to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
R.M.O.,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
the Slits,
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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.