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 Iceland and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mr. Review to the rap 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
Index,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.