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 Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Schoolly D to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.