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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.