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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Underground Resistance to the grime 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Echospace,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.