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 Georgia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Dirtbombs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
Index,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
The Martian,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.