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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.