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 Serbia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Style to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
Franke,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
ABC,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.