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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Christie to the disco 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.