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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blake Baxter to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.