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 Spain 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Residents,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.