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 Mauritania and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Rites of Spring to the electroclash 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.