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 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Josef K to the techno 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.