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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Barrington Levy to the techno 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
Jandek,
The Move,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.