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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blancmange to the rap 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
Q65,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
Brick,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
Niagra,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.