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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Stetsasonic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.