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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
DNA,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.