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 Egypt and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q65,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.