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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harmonia to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
Scion,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.