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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Franke,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.