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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mantronix to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
MC5,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.