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 Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Wasted Youth to the techno 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Babytalk,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.