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 Macedonia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
Wings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Zapp,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
MDC,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.