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 Bahrain 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Hot Snakes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.