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 Grenada and from Beijing.
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 Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 AZ to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.