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 Korea South and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.