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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
Subhumans,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.