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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Black Flag to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
MC5,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
Magma,
Chrome,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.