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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Slick Rick to the rap 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
Cameo,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.