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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
Joensuu 1685,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.