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 Brazil 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Byron Stingily to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
Neu!,
CMW,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
Infiniti,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.