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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Sonic Youth to the rap 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
Porter Ricks,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.