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 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Visage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.