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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lakeside to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.