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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Anthony Braxton to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.