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 Congo and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Copeland to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.