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 Fiji and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.