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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.