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 Mozambique 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Yusef Lateef to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Oneida,
June of 44,
Franke,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.