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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scan 7 to the disco 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
PIL,
Niagra,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
10cc,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
Monks,
ABBA,
Amon Düül,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.