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 Bolivia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neu! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.