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 Djibouti 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.