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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mad Mike to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
New Order,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.