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 Ethiopia 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Janne Schatter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Television,
Fluxion,
X-101,
DNA,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.