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 Vietnam and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Index,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.