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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Görl to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
a-ha,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
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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.