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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Iggy Pop to the grime 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.