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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronnie Foster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.