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 Austria and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Roxette to the techno 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
The Martian,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.