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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.