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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 New York Dolls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
Q65,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.