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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Khruangbin to the punk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.