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 Thailand and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.