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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Audionom to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.