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 Israel and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eric Copeland to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
Q65,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.