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 Russia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gun Club to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.