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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Lakeside 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
UT,
The Index,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.