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 Samoa 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Basic Channel 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
UT,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.