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 Thailand and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Index,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.