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 Malta and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neu! to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Main Source,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.