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 Yemen and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 The Stooges to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
Drexciya,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
UT,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.