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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.