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 Syria and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.