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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Symarip to the rap 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Excepter,
Monks,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.