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 Russia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Flag to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.