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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Franke to the electroclash 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.