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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Style to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
Lower 48,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.