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 the UAE and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 The Black Dice to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
The American Breed,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
Eric Copeland,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.