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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Main Source to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s.
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 The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.