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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
Index,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monks,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
UT,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.