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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lalann to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
The Move,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.