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 China and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sällskapet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.