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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.