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 Bolivia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Carl Craig to the punk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Magma,
Organ,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.