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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stetsasonic to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
PIL,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.