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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Television,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Japan,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.