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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 DJ Style to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
The Move,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
CMW,
DNA,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.