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 Bahrain and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Oneida to the dance 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
Visage,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.