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 China and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delta 5 to the grunge 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.