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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
The Trojans,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.