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 Croatia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Brick,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
the Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.