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 Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aswad 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick May,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.