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 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maurizio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.