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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
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 Houston and London.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Can,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
MDC,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.