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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Shuggie Otis to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
Magazine,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Tom Boy,
Smog,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
Faust,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.