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 Togo and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Swans,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.