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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deakin to the grime 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Echospace,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Janne Schatter,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.