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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Chrome to the rap 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.