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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.