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 Croatia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
Yellowson,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
Magazine,
Technova,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.