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 Malawi and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Kas Product to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.