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 Portugal and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Josef K to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
Liliput,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.