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 Burkina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.