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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Masters at Work to the dance 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
Fear,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
Letta Mbulu,
Brick,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.