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 Sweden and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scion to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
ABC,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.