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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 the Bar-Kays to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
Simply Red,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.