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 Kuwait 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Flipper to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.