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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.