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 Turkey 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
The Cosmic Jokers,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.