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 Paraguay and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grauzone to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.