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 Australia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Eric B and Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.