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 Peru and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 R.M.O. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Can,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.