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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the electroclash 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.