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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Aural Exciters to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.