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 Uruguay and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.