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 Norway and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 The Sound to the grunge 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
the Normal,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.