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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Zapp to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
The Wake,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.