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 Liberia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
The Index,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.