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 Sweden and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bush Tetras to the grime 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.