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 Guatemala and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jawbox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Kayak,
Excepter,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
Organ,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.