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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
Yellowson,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
The Black Dice,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.