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 Hungary and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Jesper Dahlback to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.