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 Philippines and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Selecter to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
cv313,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.