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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
Skaos,
Minnie Riperton,
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.