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 Samoa and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Order to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.