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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 EPMD to the funk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.