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 Sweden and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skriet to the disco 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
CMW,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.