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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
Young Marble Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.