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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
Can,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.