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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the techno 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Newcleus,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.