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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Fatback Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
Nas,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.