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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
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 linndrum 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 Nirvana to the dance 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.