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 Russia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.