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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
Franke,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MDC,
Chrome,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.