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 Austria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 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 The Black Dice to the funk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
AZ,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.