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 Kiribati and from New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Litter to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.