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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 The Busters to the techno 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
Franke,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
The Searchers,
Brick,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Q65,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.