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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.