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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Starr to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
Liliput,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.