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 Syria and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp 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?
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Chrome,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.