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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
Q65,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
John Cale,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
AZ,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.