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 Senegal and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 DJ Style to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.