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 Burundi and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chrome to the dance 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.