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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.