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 Egypt and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 DJ Sneak to the techno 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
Kas Product,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
Magazine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.