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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Fela Kuti to the rock 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Japan,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Scion,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.