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 Suriname and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Newcleus to the dance 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.