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 Cuba and from Houston.
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 Madrid and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
The Doors,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.