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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 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?
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Faust,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.