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 Monaco and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.