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 Congo and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Scion,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deadbeat,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
The Techniques,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.