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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Techniques to the crunk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
The Index,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.