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 Cambodia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minny Pops to the techno 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.