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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Whodini to the dance 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
The Motions,
John Cale,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.