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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Dice to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.