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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
Crime,
Index,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
Faust,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.